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BRETHREN EVANGELIST. 


Children's Department. 


HOW THINGS GET MIXED. 

It sftms very strange 

To a boy like me 
How thtngs get so mixed : 

l'm sure I can's see. 

How potatoes have eyes. 

And a hül has a foot, 
A clcck has a face, 

And a tooth has a root. 

A stove has four legs, 
Hat it can't walk aroond ; 

And corn has long ears. 
Mut it hears not asound. 

A j 11/ hao a mouth, 

But was ne'er known to eat ; 
A stand has four legs, 

Hut not any feet. 

A bed has four legs, 

A foot, head, and side ; 
A treehasa trunk, 

The ocean a tide. 

A wagon a tongue, 
And still doesn't talk 
*• A yard has three feet. 
And it ne ver can walk. 

And a minute is short. 

Or a minute is long 
While tbe teakettle sings 

A righl merry song. 

And tlien it seerns stiange 

How people will say 
To, boy s and to giris 

Wbo romp and play, 

Come, Birdie, my Brownie. 

My duckie. my dear, 
My lambie. my robin, 

My darling, now here. 

But one thing l'U teli you — 

He sure not forget — 
l'm a boy, not a birdie, 

A lamb. nor a pet. 

—Kitta A, PetíÜ. 


Ashland, Ohio. 
My home is at Ashland where the 
Evangelist is printed. I am acquaintetl 
with the Editor and his family. I do not 
write often but I like to read the chil- 
dren's letters. Papa and mani ma and my 
two sisters belong to the lírethren church. 
We will have our Sunday-school picnic 
next Thursday. We have King's Childrcn 
every Tuesday evening at eight o'clock. 
Our E. C. leader is Miss Lydia Berkley. 
We had hoped that the National Confer- 
ence would be held at Ashland, but have 
been very much disappointed. 

Your little friend, 
„ Amy Worst. 


Dear children of the Evangelist : I 
will write my second letter to the Evan- 
gelist. I am eleven years old. I belong 
to the Júnior Ring's Children. Miss 
Lydia Berkley is onr instructor. I have 
one brother eight years old. We are en- 


joying our school vacation. We spent 
one week at our grandma's. 

Vour little síster, 
Ethel Murray. 


As I have not writlen for the Evangel- 
ist for some time I will try to write a 
short letter now. My cousin I.ouis Iken- 
berry came here on his wheel to visit us. 
He lives in Mount Morris, III. I belong 
to the Brethren church. I go to Sunday- 
school and church whenever I can. My 
Sunday-school teacher's name is Miss 
Clara Worst. I am sorry our Ring's 
Children teacher left. We live near the 
College and I can go up whenever I 
please. Wetl as this is all I can think of 
I will close by asking a question. How 
many words are there in the book of St. 
John ? Akthuk BebklEY. 

From Uiicln Lou. 

Dear Children : — As I was reading 
the last Evangelist, I suddenly turned to 
see what you all had to say, for old and big 
as I ara, I enjoy thesc little letters as much 
as any of you, Did you all read the let- 
ter from Vernie Keller? How sad it 
must be to sit by the table and gaze upon 
those two vacant chairs. Children, did 
you ever think what it must be to be with- 
out a papa or a tnamma ? 

But don't be sad, Vernie. Remember, 
papa has just gone to fill his vacant chair 
in heaven, ami there beside him is a va- 
cant chair for you. How happy we will 
be when we all can leave these hard, tire- 
some chairs in this world, and go over 
yonder to recline in those places of rest 
that our Mastei is preparing for us. How 
hard we should work to be found worthy 
of a chair over there. 

Children, are you always ready to do 
what you can fur Jesús ? There is so 
much you can do. Save your pennies 
and give them to Him. Go to Sunday- 
school and get some little boy or giri, 
that never goes, to go with you. How 
nice if you cou I d cau se some little boy or 
giri to learn to love Jesús. If you see 
some boy doing something bad, go to him 
and say, "Pleasc don't do that." Say it 
so kindly and so sweetly, that the words 
will keep ringing in his ears, "Please 
don't do that." n, there are so many 
things you can do. Now I will teli you 
what to do. Each letter you write to the 
Evangelist, teli us something that you 
have donc for the Saviour. You know 
these big folks are always writing and tell- 
ing what they have done. Now is your 
turn. Who will be first? 

Now, I will close by asking a question. 
God wanted a certain little boy to work 
in His temple for Him, and to afterwards 


become a great and good judge over his 
people. So He called him one night 
three times bcfore he knew that it was 
God that was calling him to teli him what 
to do. Who was this little boy, and what 
were his answers each time he heard his 
name called ? He was also the last Judge 
over Israel. 

Ever your faithful, 

Uucle Lou. 


THBEE POLLOWERS. 

The wise old Hassan sat in his door as 
three young men passed eagerly by. 

"Are you following after any one, my 
sons ?" 

"I follow after pleastire," said the old- 
est. 

"And I after riches," said the second. 
"Pleasure is on ly to be found with rich- 
es." 

"And you my little one ?" he asked of 
the third. 

"I follow after duty, " he modestly said. 

And each went his way. 

The aged Hassan in his journey came 
upon three men. 

"My son," he said to the eldest, "me 
thinks thou wert the youth who was fol- 
lowing after pleasure. Did'st thou ever 
over-take her. " 

"No, father, " answered the man. 
"Pleasure is but a phantom that dies as 
one approaches. 

"Thou dtd'st not follow the right way, 
my son." 

"How did'st thou faré?" he asked of 
the second. 

"Pleasure is not with riches," he ans- 
wered. 

"And thou ?" continued Hassan, ad- 
dressing the youngest. 

"As I walketl with duty," he replied, 
"Pleasure walked ever by my side." 

"It is always thus," said the old man. 
"l'leasure pursued is not overtaken. ün- 
ly her shadow is caught by him who pur- 
sues. Sheherself goes hand in hand with 
duty, and they who make duty theircom- 
panion have also the corapanionship of 
pleasure. " — Seledtd. 


WHAT WILL IT MAKE? 

Take a long, narrow strip of paper and 
draw a line through the middlc of it the 
whole length. Then take hold of one end 
and twist it so as to make one coil in the 
paper. Now paste the two ends together, 
makiug the two ends of the line you have 
drawu match. After it is dry take the 
scissors and cut the paper in two along 
the line you have drawn. 

If you had not twisted the strip of pa- 
per at all what would you get by cutting 
it in this way ? Two separate cir< les, of 
course. What will you have now? Try 
it and see, and then see if you can teli 
why that twist makes such a difference.